Until I was pretty

Since I was in second grade, kids would laugh at me, call me names, open my backpack and dump my books out. I am so lucky these kids never physically assaulted me, when I was in the fourth grade a group of sixth grade boys were telling me they were gonna kick my a**, the next day I brought a pocket knife, when they asked me why, I freaked and said I don't know. My mom decided to switch schools and the bullying got worse when some kid named TJ started claiming he owned the park, I stopped taking my little brother, for his own safety. TJ would chase me with his bike and throw trash at me. He was expelled for other reasons. I went on to junior high and a very tall black boy started to wait for me at my locker and literally yell in my face about "How Cool" I thought I was because I was in a cover band that played at our junior high, I was asked to come into the principal's office, another teacher saw me being bullied, they saw it and did something. I was very lucky. In high school I expected it to be worse, but it was just that the whole school thought I was a slut and said I had genital herpes because I was dating a junior and I was no longer chubby and ugly, andrew stood up for me, and his social status plummeted, he didn't care, we broke up, but we became the best of friends. My whole bullying journey has ended, I'm so grateful for everyone in my life. I'm standing up to bullying right now, today and forever. You can't trust anyone who follows a crowd or a movement that has no real direction.

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